Words
By their adjustment,
I change their drift,
but when I alter their lilt,
I am as transformed by them
as they are by me.
I am inebriated by words.
I reel in their power
as they call my bluff.
They reflect the changes in me
I would otherwise not know.
I can float in their buoyant comfort
or shoot the rapids of emotion.
Words are my river and my raft,
my cushion and that daredevil conveyance
into a new stream of thought
from which I never return
to the exact same world
I left from.
Why Do We Write?
We write to share that part of us that might not otherwise be shared. The page is like a Fibber Magee and Molly closet where we store all those leftover parts of ourselves. Open the page and everything comes spilling out: organized, disorganized, jovial, sad, rational or irrational. Everything gets crammed into the page. We may not be lionized for it. Our words may be stolen and presented as someone else’s, but the important thing is to write them. Words are like a pressure valve, freeing pent-up emotions. They furnish a release that is somehow part of the solution to the problems they describe.
For the W3 65 Prompt: Inspiration (What inspires you to write poetry?) To read other poems written for this prompt, go HERE.
This is gorgeous, relatable-to-me imagery, Judy! ❤
How beautiful.
~David
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And your link is now in my favorites.. but thanks for the reminder that there was a new one.
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I always remind all recent participants weekly unless they tell me not to 🙃
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Yes. Please do.
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👍🏻
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Judy,
This week’s prompt, hosted by the creative and talented Melissa Lemay is now live!
Enjoy! ❤
Much love,
David
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Thanks for the reminder, David.
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🤗
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Hi, Judy! 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the wonderful and funny Lesley Scoble is now live!
Enjoy 🙂
Much love,
David
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I do appreciate these personal reminders, David. You must have so much else to do. What do you do when you aren’t blogging?
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well, I have a job and an 8-yr-old daughter 🙂
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I was interested in the group you work for and researched to see if you had any dealings with the Beta Israel group in Ethiopia. I was surprised to read that “Falasha” which was what they were always called in Ethiopia, was a pejorative which meant “Exile.” or “Outsider.” I guess we need to be careful to examine the words we use to describe people as I had no idea. I still have some of their pottery which I brought home with me.
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The Jewish Agency for Israel has been involved with the immigration of Jews from all around the world to Israel since before the State of Israel was established, which includes Ethiopian Jews, even very recently (this year).
As for the word “Falasha” – I am not sure if it’s pejorative… I’m checking with some friends now – you’ve made me curious.
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I just checked with my more knowledgeable coworkers – they confirm that it’s pejorative
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Thanks, David.
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Wonderful!
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Thanks, Paula.
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Judy this is just awesome my friend. Loved it.
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What a thoughtful conveyance of words!
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Thanks, Wingman..Words I live by.
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Judy, we met on the plane yesterday on our way to Dallas. You’re an amazing writer! Thank you for your brilliance! Julie
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Thanks for seizing the reins and contacting me, Julie. Please keep me up on your progress toward your goals. I have a deadline and house guests but if you don’t hear from me by Sunday, please give me another push?
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Absolutely beautiful words and meanings.
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Thanks, Suzette.
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Terrific.
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I just love this one. I liked it on first reading, was intrigued by it on second reading, enthralled by it on third reading. Not going to extrapolate what I’ll feel on fourth reading!
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Thanks, Dux. Words have played a large part in our relationship, I would say!!!
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A delight to read. Thanks. xo
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Thanks, Selma.
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🏹 ♥️
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The stanza that begins “Words are my river and my raft”–love, love, love it!
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Thanks, Stephanie..They’ve gotten me this far. Let’s hope the river never runs dry.
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BEAUTIFULLY DONE JUDY~!
And Yes, though I still insist on doing it “MY WAY”. Because I am first pleasing myself, but if others get something out of it, as they do with yours, then I get a big smile on my face~! , Even if not always doing a proper syllable count, rhyme or nice rhythm.
I do admit that you and Val are great influences on me, and I have always liked your work, it seems to just flow “like a river”. I learn a lot from you two.
As to prose, the one person who influences me most may be: Sharron Burnett, because reading her post is like reading a good book with her structure and continuity so precise. However I know the area that she writes about so well, and this may be part of why.
Now if my two sons would only hit “like” once, I will know that they may appreciate what I have written primarily for them because, though they hear me, I am not sure they will remember.
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I’m sure they will remember you, Sam.
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Damn you, first I was sad, then had to laugh, you take what you can get~!
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I am as transformed by them
As they are by me
Fantastic phrase, Judy 🌸
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Sounds like you know the feeling of being surprised by words, Robbie.
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Yes, I often read stories I’ve written and wonder how I wrote them 😊
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Judy I love this image of words as river and raft! And to top it off you reference Fibber McGee and Molly – as soon as I read that I heard the crash of opening the closet!
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Aha. I see we are of a similar age! Others can look it up, I reckon…
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I love this:
‘I am as transformed by them
as they are by me.’
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When contemplating the reason why I write I did think about how sometimes I write and thoughts just flow out and it isn’t until after I am done that I go back and read what I wrote and then understand how I was really feeling.
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Exactly…
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“I am inebriated by words.
I reel in their power
as they call my bluff.”
Love this.
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Beautiful imagery 💕
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Awesome!!
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